to Kiss a Rainbow


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If I avoid her…the fist comes, tender, but…abrupt.

How dare the game to ask me to explain?

The fragility hangs loose on my lips.

The danger invokes my boxed up mind.

But no explanation will raise my spirits.

Yet,

in truth…

No one else but me…

Will ever fit.

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She Used to be Mine

It’s not simple to say
That most days I don’t recognize me
That these shoes and this apron
That place and its patrons
Have taken more than I gave them
It’s not easy to know
I’m not anything like I used be, although it’s true
I was never attention’s sweet center
I still remember that girl
She’s imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won’t ask for help
She is messy, but she’s kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine
It’s not what I asked for
Sometimes life just slips in through a back door
And carves out a person and makes you believe it’s all true
And now I’ve got you
And you’re not what I asked for

S. Bareilliesimageedit_71_6748809397

 

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